The Reason I Exsist
I went to see them at the Magic Box. I saw the two slayers. Suddenly, I remembered the Master, Acathala, the Mayor, Adam, & Glory. I remembered Jesse, Jenny, Deputy Finch, Maggie Walsh, & Joyce Summers. I remembered spells and rituals, peace and triumph, and war and failure. Every dream I had ever dreamt came crashing down upon me.
I glanced around the shop, eyes heavy. I told them that I dream about them. I covered my face with my hands and gently whispered to myself repeatedly about how I was going insane. The whispering got louder and louder until I was yelling. I stopped immediately and began to feel sick. My arms fell at my sides. My body swayed back and forth as if an imaginary breeze was moving it. My eyes shifted from Buffy to Faith and back again. I managed to utter the word "finally" before collapsing to the ground in a pile of flesh and bones. I breathed in and out very heavily as my thoughts collected themselves. Suddenly, I was hit hard with what felt like a ton of bricks and a slight moan escaped from my lips. And after that moment, it was all clear. My abilities, my intuition that led me to Sunnydale, my dreams. Everything...made...sense.
I slowed my breathing and lifted my upper body up with my arms. I pulled myself to my feet and slowly looked up at all of them. Buffy had taken a few steps closer to me. My eyes squinted. Rage began seeping out of my heart and started to fill my entire body as I began to ball up my fists. And then, out of nowhere, my arm quickly retracted from my body and flung itself forward. It connected with Buffy's chin and sent her flying backwards into a bookself. I smiled.
I turned and ran to the door, a new found energy within myself. I quickly turned back around to face them just long enough to yell "Soon!" and vanished through the front door.
When I made it back to my motel room, I realized that I must have been smiling my whole run back to the room. But that's okay. I now have a reason to smile. A reason to live. I know what I was put on this earth for. To kill the Slayers and anyone who gets in my way.
This is gonna be fun.
I glanced around the shop, eyes heavy. I told them that I dream about them. I covered my face with my hands and gently whispered to myself repeatedly about how I was going insane. The whispering got louder and louder until I was yelling. I stopped immediately and began to feel sick. My arms fell at my sides. My body swayed back and forth as if an imaginary breeze was moving it. My eyes shifted from Buffy to Faith and back again. I managed to utter the word "finally" before collapsing to the ground in a pile of flesh and bones. I breathed in and out very heavily as my thoughts collected themselves. Suddenly, I was hit hard with what felt like a ton of bricks and a slight moan escaped from my lips. And after that moment, it was all clear. My abilities, my intuition that led me to Sunnydale, my dreams. Everything...made...sense.
I slowed my breathing and lifted my upper body up with my arms. I pulled myself to my feet and slowly looked up at all of them. Buffy had taken a few steps closer to me. My eyes squinted. Rage began seeping out of my heart and started to fill my entire body as I began to ball up my fists. And then, out of nowhere, my arm quickly retracted from my body and flung itself forward. It connected with Buffy's chin and sent her flying backwards into a bookself. I smiled.
I turned and ran to the door, a new found energy within myself. I quickly turned back around to face them just long enough to yell "Soon!" and vanished through the front door.
When I made it back to my motel room, I realized that I must have been smiling my whole run back to the room. But that's okay. I now have a reason to smile. A reason to live. I know what I was put on this earth for. To kill the Slayers and anyone who gets in my way.
This is gonna be fun.